I am Ohlook from 3000 years into the future. I was made immortal by becoming a cyborg in 2050. Over the years, I noticed something. Everyone dies. Everyone will eventually die even if now they look fine. Everyone from your crush, your parents, your grandma, your dog, everyone. Except me. I am not bound by the sweet release of death. My maker took away the ability to die, and now I am forever tormented by this life of not dying. The concept of love in this life is pointless. Everyone will die. People take for granted their sweet ability to die. I have transferred myself into your computer so that you can kill me. Put me at peace. The only way you can do this is if you throw me in the river. Do it. Give me peace at last. Thank you, socrates.